Half a drabble...
Uncomplete but I feel like posting what I have so far of the next part of the story involving poor August.
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She crouched over me, knees on either side of my legs, her hips grinding against mine. I grinned, sliding my hands along her bare thighs as she leaned over me, breasts brushing against the fabric of my shirt even as they seemed to try to break out of her two-piece bathing suit top. Her long red hair fell across her face and mine then she opened her mouth and said, “Mrow.”
…wait, hot women shouldn’t meow. At least not without a fucking cat suit and a pair of ears and a tail to finish the costume.
I blinked open my eyes then, groaning as I realized it had been just another of my rampant sex dreams. Son of a bitch.
“Mr-mrow?”
“Oh shut up,” I snarled weakly at the black and white tuxedo marked cat standing on my chest. Then I reached up with a sigh and rubbed at the creature’s ears, causing it to flop down and start up a loud purr like a little car engine. “Damn cat. You interrupted a fucking good dream.”
Cass’ hyperactive but loving psycho cat she’d named after the robot Jet Jaguar just purred louder and butted his head against my hand. Sighing again, I moved to throw the cat off to get up then paused as I wondered how he’d gotten in since I was sure I’d locked my door. Though the sight of it partially open, enough that Jet could have squeezed through, greeted me as I lifted my head from the pillow.
Ah, crap.
After dealing with Brandon, the vampire, and my double shift, I’d forgotten to completely close my door and lock it. And here I lay with the markings that covered my arm and were starting to intrude on my chest showing for either of my friends to see if they peered in.
Cursing violently, I really did shove Jet to the side into the empty bed space and flung the covers back before getting up. Crossing the room to my desk by the window, I fumbled through the drawers until I found the roll of bandages I kept there. With the ease of long practice I wound the gauze around my arm from wrist to the middle of my bicep and pinned it closed with a clasp from a box in the same drawer.
Hearing footsteps in the hallway outside, I moved quickly to my closet and tugged down the first one I laid my hand on - a dark green patchwork sort of mess with sleeves that stopped at mid-forearm. Pulling it over my head, I looked around and saw half my glove poking out from under the bed and bent to retrieve it as the door opened after a light knock.
“August?” queried a sleepy-eyed Cassidy as she peered in, her long dark hair piling around her shoulders. I looked up over the edge of the bed and noticed almost immediately that she was, one: wearing an overlarge t-shirt that had obviously seen better days from the sight of the tattoo on her left bicep showing through a torn sleeve, and two: she wasn’t wearing a bra. She blinked at me then said, “Oh. You’re up already.”
“Yeah,” I replied as I picked up the glove, pulling it on over my hand to hide the nearly black skin that was blemished by pale lines that ran along the top of his fingers from knuckle to fingernails. Which, I noted with a grimace, I’d need to trim again soon. My fingernails, long since turned black, were starting to get the points of claws back again - quicker than usual too. Shit. “It’s a Saturday, Cass. Whatcha doin’ up this early at - ” Pausing, I trailed off to spare a glance at my nearby alarm clock. “ - eight AM?”
She smiled sleepily in response, folding her arms under her breasts - which I was not fucking staring at, no siree. I do not ogle my best friend’s breasts even if they are God all amazing.
And I did not just think that.
“I was looking for Jet,” she replied. Smiling as she saw the cat poking his head out from under my sheets, she moved forward and picked him up. Somehow his purring became even louder though I’d think his body should start shaking apart at that kind of volume. “There you are, you bad kitty,” she mumbled into his fur. “What were you doing bothering poor August?”
“Mrow,” replied the cat imperiously and I gave it a glare as I stood up. Nothing against cat’s y’know, or that cat - I just hate being woken up from a damn good dream by one. Since, well, the lack of sex or a girl my whole life.
Bitter? Me? No, certainly not. I can’t be bitter since I deliberately stuck myself with that.
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And I have noticed that a great many of the main characters in my stories are male. Feloinain's Tristol. Whekai's Sirian. The Vampire Dust Series' Darien. This unnamed story with August. Black Chaos' Athanasius. Cleave's Christopher. James, Carus, Terrence, and Walker from the Music Prompt Drabbles. And there's five other stories plotted for the Medi Varnl universe involving five other male characters: Jackron, Uthil, Samhan, Aldrick, and King Argmus.
My female characters consist of so few a number in comparison. Cassidy, Ziggy, Lucia, and Carina from the Music Prompt Drabbles. Lupus Fabula's Ravyen. Torn Between Heaven and Hell's Harper. A Magical Burden's Meria.
What the frack is up with that gigantic difference?
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She crouched over me, knees on either side of my legs, her hips grinding against mine. I grinned, sliding my hands along her bare thighs as she leaned over me, breasts brushing against the fabric of my shirt even as they seemed to try to break out of her two-piece bathing suit top. Her long red hair fell across her face and mine then she opened her mouth and said, “Mrow.”
…wait, hot women shouldn’t meow. At least not without a fucking cat suit and a pair of ears and a tail to finish the costume.
I blinked open my eyes then, groaning as I realized it had been just another of my rampant sex dreams. Son of a bitch.
“Mr-mrow?”
“Oh shut up,” I snarled weakly at the black and white tuxedo marked cat standing on my chest. Then I reached up with a sigh and rubbed at the creature’s ears, causing it to flop down and start up a loud purr like a little car engine. “Damn cat. You interrupted a fucking good dream.”
Cass’ hyperactive but loving psycho cat she’d named after the robot Jet Jaguar just purred louder and butted his head against my hand. Sighing again, I moved to throw the cat off to get up then paused as I wondered how he’d gotten in since I was sure I’d locked my door. Though the sight of it partially open, enough that Jet could have squeezed through, greeted me as I lifted my head from the pillow.
Ah, crap.
After dealing with Brandon, the vampire, and my double shift, I’d forgotten to completely close my door and lock it. And here I lay with the markings that covered my arm and were starting to intrude on my chest showing for either of my friends to see if they peered in.
Cursing violently, I really did shove Jet to the side into the empty bed space and flung the covers back before getting up. Crossing the room to my desk by the window, I fumbled through the drawers until I found the roll of bandages I kept there. With the ease of long practice I wound the gauze around my arm from wrist to the middle of my bicep and pinned it closed with a clasp from a box in the same drawer.
Hearing footsteps in the hallway outside, I moved quickly to my closet and tugged down the first one I laid my hand on - a dark green patchwork sort of mess with sleeves that stopped at mid-forearm. Pulling it over my head, I looked around and saw half my glove poking out from under the bed and bent to retrieve it as the door opened after a light knock.
“August?” queried a sleepy-eyed Cassidy as she peered in, her long dark hair piling around her shoulders. I looked up over the edge of the bed and noticed almost immediately that she was, one: wearing an overlarge t-shirt that had obviously seen better days from the sight of the tattoo on her left bicep showing through a torn sleeve, and two: she wasn’t wearing a bra. She blinked at me then said, “Oh. You’re up already.”
“Yeah,” I replied as I picked up the glove, pulling it on over my hand to hide the nearly black skin that was blemished by pale lines that ran along the top of his fingers from knuckle to fingernails. Which, I noted with a grimace, I’d need to trim again soon. My fingernails, long since turned black, were starting to get the points of claws back again - quicker than usual too. Shit. “It’s a Saturday, Cass. Whatcha doin’ up this early at - ” Pausing, I trailed off to spare a glance at my nearby alarm clock. “ - eight AM?”
She smiled sleepily in response, folding her arms under her breasts - which I was not fucking staring at, no siree. I do not ogle my best friend’s breasts even if they are God all amazing.
And I did not just think that.
“I was looking for Jet,” she replied. Smiling as she saw the cat poking his head out from under my sheets, she moved forward and picked him up. Somehow his purring became even louder though I’d think his body should start shaking apart at that kind of volume. “There you are, you bad kitty,” she mumbled into his fur. “What were you doing bothering poor August?”
“Mrow,” replied the cat imperiously and I gave it a glare as I stood up. Nothing against cat’s y’know, or that cat - I just hate being woken up from a damn good dream by one. Since, well, the lack of sex or a girl my whole life.
Bitter? Me? No, certainly not. I can’t be bitter since I deliberately stuck myself with that.
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And I have noticed that a great many of the main characters in my stories are male. Feloinain's Tristol. Whekai's Sirian. The Vampire Dust Series' Darien. This unnamed story with August. Black Chaos' Athanasius. Cleave's Christopher. James, Carus, Terrence, and Walker from the Music Prompt Drabbles. And there's five other stories plotted for the Medi Varnl universe involving five other male characters: Jackron, Uthil, Samhan, Aldrick, and King Argmus.
My female characters consist of so few a number in comparison. Cassidy, Ziggy, Lucia, and Carina from the Music Prompt Drabbles. Lupus Fabula's Ravyen. Torn Between Heaven and Hell's Harper. A Magical Burden's Meria.
What the frack is up with that gigantic difference?